Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

"Really?" His voice was urgent and hoarse, like that of a night owl, sending chills down one's spine.

"This disciple would never dare to deceive Master! Ye Fan and Pang Bo have indeed gone out!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Elder Han said "good" three times, and a chilling smile appeared on his withered face. "Go and call your fellow disciples immediately. This time, you must capture this living elixir of immortality for your master."

"Master, those two are only just beginning to explore the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and although Pang Bo is a promising immortal, he has only been cultivating for a little over a month. Why bother with so many people? One disciple is enough..."

Seeing his master making such a fuss, the disciple couldn't help but feel that it was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"Hmph!" Elder Han interrupted coldly, "This divine medicine is usually kept hidden within its cave, guarded by Li Chenzhou, making it difficult to obtain. Now that it has chosen its own path to death, we must strike decisively and not allow any failure!"

Since it concerns his lifespan, no amount of caution is excessive.

"Yes, disciple will go and gather all fellow disciples immediately."

Soon, eleven disciples, led by Elder Han, quickly assembled, and beams of divine light soared into the sky, heading straight for the outside of the mountain gate.

Inside the main hall of the sect leader, Elder Wu Qingfeng's face was full of anger.

"Sect Leader, Elder Han's faction is becoming increasingly unscrupulous. They just now..."

The sect leader, seated upright, raised his hand to interrupt him, his expression calm, and asked in return, "Elder Wu, in your opinion, what is Elder Li Chenzhou like?"

Elder Wu Qingfeng suppressed his anger and pondered, "His talent is unparalleled, even surpassing Weiwei's. He is calm, intelligent, and insightful; he is no ordinary person."

"In your opinion," Headmaster Li looked out at the sea of ​​clouds outside the hall, "if he has the ability to protect his fellow villagers, why would he seem to be letting them walk into danger?"

Elder Wu Qingfeng was taken aback upon hearing this, as if he had realized something, a look of surprise and doubt flashing in his eyes: "Does the sect leader mean... he already..."

Sect Leader Li slowly rose to his feet and said calmly, "It's time to cleanse the Lingxu Cave Heaven of some parasites, a place of tranquility."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo arrived at a quiet valley.

The valley was deep and secluded, with ancient trees reaching for the sky, and a desolate atmosphere rose up.

"The scenery is beautiful, it's a good place to live, suitable for a peaceful rest."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo turned around and locked onto the eleven figures that had suddenly appeared.

The elderly man at the head of the group was as thin as a rake, staring intently at Ye Fan as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"A miraculous medicine... it has walked right into my trap, and it is fitting that this old man has his lifespan extended!"

Elder Han's voice was hoarse, like the cry of a night owl.

Ten disciples of the Life Spring behind him dispersed, unleashing various magical treasures that shimmered with divine light, surrounding the two in the center.

The sword gleamed coldly, and the blade exuded a menacing aura.

If it were Ye Fan and Pang Bo from a few days ago, they would have been shocked by this display.

But at this moment, the two of them felt a roaring sea of ​​bitterness within their bodies, and their boundless blood and qi surged like a river. An unprecedented sense of power filled their limbs and bones. Instead of fear, it aroused a boiling fighting spirit.

"You old codger, you want to eat your grandpa Pang Bo's brother? Ask grandpa's fist if it'll allow it first."

Pang Bo roared, his voice booming like a muffled thunderclap.

Before his opponent could make a move, he shot out like an arrow, his target the man at the front who was wielding a flaming blade.

Seeing that Pang Bo dared to charge at him bare-handed, the disciple's face flashed with a sinister smile, and he unleashed a scorching blade light with his Flaming Blade, slashing down fiercely.

"Smash it!"

Pang Bo neither dodged nor evaded, his right fist clenched tightly, and he threw a punch directly and forcefully.

There was no dazzling divine light on his fist, only a blood energy wrapped around it, condensed to the extreme, the fist wind compressing the air and producing a clanging vibration.

"Clang—Snap!"

Fist clashes with blade!

The expected scene of a fist breaking and blood splattering did not occur. The flaming longsword could not withstand the pressure the moment it collided with the fist. Cracks instantly spread across the blade, and then with a "bang," it exploded into countless fragments.

"What?!"

The disciple's sinister smile turned to horror as his tiger's mouth split open, blood flowing freely.

Pang Bo's punches continued forward, striking the disciple's chest like a meteor.

"puff--!"

A dull thud resounded, the disciple's eyes bulged out, and his clothes on the back exploded, leaving a fist-shaped hole.

He was sent flying backward as if he had been hit head-on by a giant ancient elephant, his chest caved in completely, and he fell silent.

Pang Bo stood with his fist clenched, looking at his own fist, then at the dead disciple and the fragments of magical artifacts scattered on the ground.

"My...my fists...are that hard?"

On the other side, a battle also broke out.

The two disciples simultaneously activated a golden spear and a black chain, attacking Ye Fan from both sides.

The spear, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, pierced straight for his heart, while the chains, like serpents, coiled around his legs, restricting his ability to dodge.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed, his body slightly turned to the side, and his left hand reached out with lightning speed, grabbing the tip of the spear that was thrusting towards him.

"Buzz!"

The gun shuddered violently, unleashing a burst of divine power, attempting to crush his hand.

But Ye Fan's five fingers were like iron clamps, and golden blood energy flashed slightly.

He crushed the violent divine power with his bare hands, and at the same time, he slapped his right hand down, pressing it against the chains.

"Bang!"

The chain artifact, renowned for its resilience, had its runes dim instantly and shatter upon contact with his palm.

"How is this possible?" The two disciples were terrified and could not believe their eyes.

A cultivator from the Bitter Sea Realm fought a Life Spring Realm magic weapon with his bare hands, but instead of being damaged, he destroyed the magic weapon.

This is simply a fantasy!

Ye Fan himself was also shocked. He only instinctively felt that he could catch it and break it, but he did not expect it to be so easy. His physical body, which was supported by the Holy Body's blood and qi, was so powerful.

Without further hesitation, he grabbed the tip of the gun with his left hand and pulled hard.

The disciple with the gun felt an immense force coming from him, which he could not resist, and he was uncontrollably slammed into Ye Fan.

What greeted him was a seemingly ordinary right fist from Ye Fan.

The punches weren't fast, but they were as heavy as mountains.

"Thump!"

The fist struck the disciple's crossed arms as he blocked, and a loud cracking sound rang out.

The disciple's arms were twisted at an eerie angle, with white bone fragments piercing through his flesh.

The force of the punch, not yet exhausted, penetrated through the arm and pierced deep into his chest cavity.

The disciple didn't even have time to scream before blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he flew backward like a broken sack, clearly not going to survive.

Ye Fan withdrew his fist, looking at his opponent who had died instantly, the broken chains, the golden spear, and then at his own fist, which was completely unharmed and even faintly glowing with a golden light. Even his usually calm face couldn't help but show a look of astonishment.

He exchanged a glance with Pang Bo in the distance, and they both saw the same shock and a hint of... ecstasy in each other's eyes!

They were already this amazing?

The remaining disciples of Elder Han were terrified by the sudden turn of events. Seeing the two ferocious humanoid beasts who could shatter magical artifacts with their bare hands and kill with a single punch, they lost all will to fight and retreated.

Elder Han was both shocked and furious, his face turning ashen: "You two little beasts, relying on your physique to act so arrogantly, I will personally subdue you."

He suddenly raised the silver gourd, pointed the mouth at the two of them, and a terrifying suction force erupted.

However, Ye Fan and Pang Bo's confidence soared after their recent test. Facing the furious attack from the Divine Bridge Realm cultivator, they felt pressure but no longer felt any fear.

"Old man, come and fight!" Pang Bo roared, his blood surging, and he actually took the initiative to charge upwards.

Ye Fan's gaze was also sharp, his golden sea of ​​bitterness boiling as he forcefully confronted the strange gourd.